Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mongolia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing kango's stein massive to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter and Kerry,
Steve Hackett,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultimate Spinach,
ABBA,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Byrd,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The J.B.'s,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joey Negro,
Glenn Branca,
The Red Krayola,
Ronnie Foster,
Tommy Roe,
Ponytail,
This Heat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nirvana,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wasted Youth,
Suburban Knight,
The Barracudas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Interpol,
Liliput,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stiv Bators,
F. McDonald,
Organ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
KRS-One,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marine Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Cell,
Cymande,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gichy Dan,
Ituana,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vainqueur,
John Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
Country Teasers,
Fugazi,
the Bar-Kays,
the Sonics,
Lakeside,
Kerri Chandler,
The Residents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Zapp,
Ice-T,
Porter Ricks,
Morten Harket,
Bob Dylan,
Mars,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.